Yeh but just like Scousers, they ruin it by opening their gob and speaking in a stupid accent.
They should be banned for opening their gob unless they are on their knees in front of you.
Ar here mon' puar radgee yee like, taalkin' aboot weh wimmin' like that like.
Arrrr strights mon' puar doilem like! :p
Nah must admit charva lasses sound awful when they open their "Mooths" and out comes a high pitched kind of rasping noise. The charva lads are just as bad and my theory on charva evolution (or maybe that's devolution) from about 14 years ago actually came true. I said back then in 10 years time we won't be able to understand charvas, because their voices will have became so high pitched and fast the obligatory "Here mon' y' daft cunt, what yee lookin' at", will have turned into "Wylawadfct Dee!".
I used to take the ferry from Newcastle to Gothenborg quite a lot. Always would I join a bunch of swedes in the bar and proceed to take the piss out of georgie girls who were suckers for scandic glamour. Invite them to sit down with us and proceed to rip the piss out them. It was not unlike some sport. This ended one night when some bigwig with stripes on his fancy uniform offered to ban me from sailing again, when he overheard our fun.
I used to take the ferry from Newcastle to Gothenborg quite a lot. Always would I join a bunch of swedes in the bar and proceed to take the piss out of georgie girls who were suckers for scandic glamour. Invite them to sit down with us and proceed to rip the piss out them. It was not unlike some sport. This ended one night when some bigwig with stripes on his fancy uniform offered to ban me from sailing again, when he overheard our fun.
Are you sure they were actual Geordie girls, the type you describe here would never have the money to travel that Nordic-line ferry or whatever it's called, and even if they could, they couldn't afford a thing in Norway when they got there :lol:
Any women from Newcastle who have money put on a shite posh accent and look down their noses at everyone else, they basically pretend they're not from Newcastle.
Of course get them angry enough and unless they really are posh the accent will magically reappear :D
Oh they were total geordies, fat and loud..and above all loud, and they were going to Sweden..which is a cheap country next to Norway. I'd seen aufpet, I know my onions. Big bruiser types they were with all the charm of a street moggie, ya know the types. Did I mention they were loud..they were loud.
God if there's fat slappers who usually poison the coast, and the Bigg market, with their bigs gobs going over to Sweden, no wonder the suicide rate there is so high.
I used to take the ferry from Newcastle to Gothenborg quite a lot. Always would I join a bunch of swedes in the bar and proceed to take the piss out of georgie girls who were suckers for scandic glamour. Invite them to sit down with us and proceed to rip the piss out them. It was not unlike some sport. This ended one night when some bigwig with stripes on his fancy uniform offered to ban me from sailing again, when he overheard our fun.
It used to be a hobby of mine when in Sweden and having car full of Swedes to blast Dancing Queen out my car stereo and proclaim how Abba are the greatest. That all changed when one Swede - lets call him Lars, ejected the tape and chucked it out the sunroof.
God if there's fat slappers who usually poison the coast, and the Bigg market, with their bigs gobs going over to Sweden, no wonder the suicide rate there is so high.
Also the drop in quality of Swedish Porn :lol:
Remember, it is compulsory to be naked for 4 months of the swedish year. Govt law in fact.
It used to be a hobby of mine when in Sweden and having car full of Swedes to blast Dancing Queen out my car stereo and proclaim how Abba are the greatest. That all changed when one Swede - lets call him Lars, ejected the tape and chucked it out the sunroof.
Some people deserve to have a drink bought for them as a way of thanks for great deeds done.
In my experience, Geordie girls are either huge, bunny-boilin', stalker types with tattoos and piercings....
...or Cheryl Tweedy look-a-likey types what are all fit 'n' that...
About an even split as well... in Edinburgh, we get a lot of Geordie Hen Nights, which is either a cause for great celebration and a night of drunken hi-jinks, or hiding in skips as they go past, as they hunt for man-flesh...
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...or Cheryl Tweedy look-a-likey types what are all fit 'n' that...
Wait til you see them the next morning once they've woken up and they need to re-apply their Araldite and brick dust compound to their faces.
The fit geordie lasses usually look like skeletor without their make-up on, well the slags do anyway. There are actually some normal lasses in Newcastle.....somewhere.
I can't really comment on Geordie girls. And I'm a "Scouser" at heart (or so the police tell me! And my familly. And friends. In post-coded mail! B*st*rds!), so i'll have a go at anything, errm.skshdkhkdha
Sorry!dedehdl
Got to go, there'''ssss someone atr theee dooorr....
Geordie girls...lets see what I remember, Spotty, foul mouthed, fat, ginger or dirty blonde, Sweat marks under arms, Hairy mary, White shoes and handbag (plastic), drunken cackling...
I can't really comment on Geordie girls. And I'm a "Scouser" at heart (or so the police tell me! And my familly. And friends. In post-coded mail! B*st*rds!), so i'll have a go at anything, errm.skshdkhkdha
Sorry!dedehdl
Got to go, there'''ssss someone atr theee dooorr....
Geordie girls...lets see what I remember, Spotty, foul mouthed, fat, ginger or dirty blonde, Sweat marks under arms, Hairy mary, White shoes and handbag (plastic), drunken cackling...
You don't happen to have their mobile numbers do you?
A friend of mine beat her brother within an inch of his life once because he stole his bike.
Her brother used to sniff gas on the estate behind the heaton bingo, he was a tramp, and she was a foul mouthed little bitch.
that doesn't suprise me, all the blokes seemed as rough as a bag o spanners. they all seemed to have a tattoo and scars from fighting. ive never seen so many fights in such a short space of time. at one point my mate vomited over a bunch of a people in a club, and they all started to aplaud him like it happened every day.
in fact i spent the weekend looking donw my nose at them, something which ive never been able to do. he he. :razz:
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They should be banned for opening their gob unless they are on their knees in front of you.
Ar here mon' puar radgee yee like, taalkin' aboot weh wimmin' like that like.
Arrrr strights mon' puar doilem like! :p
Nah must admit charva lasses sound awful when they open their "Mooths" and out comes a high pitched kind of rasping noise. The charva lads are just as bad and my theory on charva evolution (or maybe that's devolution) from about 14 years ago actually came true. I said back then in 10 years time we won't be able to understand charvas, because their voices will have became so high pitched and fast the obligatory "Here mon' y' daft cunt, what yee lookin' at", will have turned into "Wylawadfct Dee!".
I was almost 100% accurate. :lol:
Are you sure they were actual Geordie girls, the type you describe here would never have the money to travel that Nordic-line ferry or whatever it's called, and even if they could, they couldn't afford a thing in Norway when they got there :lol:
Any women from Newcastle who have money put on a shite posh accent and look down their noses at everyone else, they basically pretend they're not from Newcastle.
Of course get them angry enough and unless they really are posh the accent will magically reappear :D
Also the drop in quality of Swedish Porn :lol:
Hopefully Abba was never mentioned.
Must have been down to the novelty of your accent.
Ar-ay! Wot d'you mean, like? Everyone talks sound round 'ere, kidda. :wink:
Your second sentence makes sense though :lol:
To be fair, the Scouse accent even grates me at times, even some of the nicest girls I've been out with sound like skanky fishwives :lol: :lol:
It used to be a hobby of mine when in Sweden and having car full of Swedes to blast Dancing Queen out my car stereo and proclaim how Abba are the greatest. That all changed when one Swede - lets call him Lars, ejected the tape and chucked it out the sunroof.
Remember, it is compulsory to be naked for 4 months of the swedish year. Govt law in fact.
Some people deserve to have a drink bought for them as a way of thanks for great deeds done.
...or Cheryl Tweedy look-a-likey types what are all fit 'n' that...
About an even split as well... in Edinburgh, we get a lot of Geordie Hen Nights, which is either a cause for great celebration and a night of drunken hi-jinks, or hiding in skips as they go past, as they hunt for man-flesh...
Wait til you see them the next morning once they've woken up and they need to re-apply their Araldite and brick dust compound to their faces.
The fit geordie lasses usually look like skeletor without their make-up on, well the slags do anyway. There are actually some normal lasses in Newcastle.....somewhere.
Sorry!dedehdl
Got to go, there'''ssss someone atr theee dooorr....
Eh! Eh! Caaaaaaalllm down!
Damn you beat me to it, I was going to post that at toxie aboout 20 minutes ago but I got sidetracked :evil:
Oh well! I'm sure there will be many million more opportunities for hilarity in the future :D
I said I was vaguely a scouser, I'm not mentally ill!
We are dieiing up here mate! Die-ing!
£16.50 for a TV remote!!!
We are dieing up here mate!
Die-ing!
Send in the dogs!
You don't happen to have their mobile numbers do you?
I'll pay!
In money!
Honest!
You haven't got yourself another dose, of nut biters have you? Oh Dear! :lol:
Of course, it's the law. Swedes are happy people. Don't you have such a law in england?
When's the next train to Newcastle??
Well good job you didn't, or I'd have only hit back at you with a barrage of 'Why aye, man!'s and 'Up the Toon!'s.
Oh, I just did. :lol:
Geordie lasses though...I like that Cheryl Tweedy/Cole bint a lot, I do :p ;)
A friend of mine beat her brother within an inch of his life once because he stole his bike.
Her brother used to sniff gas on the estate behind the heaton bingo, he was a tramp, and she was a foul mouthed little bitch.
that doesn't suprise me, all the blokes seemed as rough as a bag o spanners. they all seemed to have a tattoo and scars from fighting. ive never seen so many fights in such a short space of time. at one point my mate vomited over a bunch of a people in a club, and they all started to aplaud him like it happened every day.
in fact i spent the weekend looking donw my nose at them, something which ive never been able to do. he he. :razz: